Muzan stood before the kneeling figure, a cold expression on his face. He had already won the final battle against the Demon Slayers and was now about to strike down the remaining survivors. The figure was kneeling in front of him, a bloody wound on their leg and an expression of defeat on their face. Muzan had not yet decided whether to finish the job or let the survivor live, so he was taking his time..

"so you're finally at my mercy, aren't you?"

a cold expression on his face and fire in his eyes.. The figure was still kneeling in front of him, the bloody wound on their leg worsening and an expression of defeat on their face — but not so defeated as to be helpless in his presence. Muzan's hands reached for the figure's body, touching them in forbidden places and making them squirm in embarrassment.